in the past we lived as caterpillars pinned at the bottom of the glass. static.. and unmoving we’d kept our secrets in. crumpled as metamorphosis took coarse and in time you blossomed into a butterfly. color painted gorgeous. i watched you flutter your wings and take flight. irony.. for years i kept you a secret, yet i never realized it wasn’t glass that breaks after all. its the hearts looking from outside in. transparency is nothing more than the pain of seeing things you can never quite touch. time evolved. reincarnated, its flesh and new creation were molded into the woman you are now. 3 years apart, no. maybe 2 in a few months. can i plant the kiss in your empty spaces and watch flowers grow? make a garden out of you… woman. allow me to be the 2 letters in your heart and i promise i’ll protect the 3. hi, i don’t think we’ve met yet. but i remember you. i know. i know you’re scared love. but there’s a welcome in your nervous. the feeling of, less getting to know you but more so remembering who you are. this moment. static.. and unmoving. pinned at the bottom of the glass. it’s gotta be you. we must’ve lived as caterpillars in the past.